Fineshrine Lyrics

Purity Ring

Shrines

Lyrics to Fineshrine
Fineshrine Video:
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms, or maybe under, under you

I'll put the South pockets gladly
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
splitting threads of thunder over me

That I might see with my chest and sink
into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
on all the edges round you, round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The London baby crowns over you

Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms, or maybe under, under you

I'll put the South pockets gladly
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me

Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You'd make a fine shrine in me
You'd build a fine shrine to me

That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The London baby crowns over you

Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Through arms, or maybe under, under you
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